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Even now, as I sit here, I can't stop thinking of you. Your laugh that could make the saddest person crack a smile. Your tear soaked eyes that could make the richest man alive cry a tear. You left me with out so much as a farewell. The only thing you left me was an apartment empty with out you and your things, and a note consisting of four words. "It's not working out." Now, I curse the day I was introduced to you. Now, I cry my eyes out until I can cry no more. Now, my last thoughts are of you. *CLICK*

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